Hair blowing in the hot wind,
Time hanging from a clothespin
There's no sorrow that the sun's not gonna heal
I smell the leather of your new car
Drive through the desert after nightfall
Sleep on the shoulder, keep the stars all to ourselves
--Conor Oberst, "Sausalito"
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Hey! I recognize those mandals :) Say Hi to TT and 3 1/2 for us. Safe travels.
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